Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Maybe it's my southern roots, maybe it's because I have an artist's eye. Whatever the reason, I truly love my grandmother's old spice cans. The vintage graphics are lovely, the worn edges endearing. But most of all I know that my sweet grandmother spent many an hour holding those cans making amazing southern delights for those she loved. I like to think that the Lord is enjoying some of her homemade apple pies now, especially since her arthritis no longer hinders her from patting out the little pies the way it did towards the end of her life.